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The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became solemn, Yu Qiuliang leaned back against the sofa, looked at the pair of red leather shoes on the table, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.He suddenly understood that no one was targeting Yu Xiasheng, it was clearly targeting himself.

It's just that he doesn't know the identity of the other party, but he actually knows that he once burned a pair of such red leather shoes.

The trend of the matter became more and more strange, which made Yu Qiuliang dizzy. He peeked at Yu Xiasheng, but saw that the other party also frowned, as if he had no idea about this matter.The pair of red leather shoes stood alone on the table, the clean and clean uppers shone in the twilight. They were beautiful things, but in Qiuliang's eyes, they were like messengers from the ground, and immediately To take away the souls of strangers.

After taking away the red leather shoes, Yu Xiasheng found that there was a piece of paper in the shoe box, on which a lot of words were densely written.He picked up the paper and looked at it, and Yu Qiuliang's name was written at the beginning.

"Someone wrote it for you." Yu Xiasheng put the paper in front of Yu Qiuliang, Yu Qiuliang glanced at it briefly, then rolled it up and threw it into the ashtray.He's not interested in playing with prank addicts, and now all he can think about is what to do with those damn red shoes.

The little black cat's premonition was indeed accurate, perhaps from the very beginning, Yu Qiuliang shouldn't have let this weird shoebox into his house.If he had acted decisively and thrown the shoebox outside instead of bringing it back and opening it, he probably wouldn't have been so troubled by now.

However, even if he chooses to throw this thing away, as long as the person who gave him the "gift" wants to deliver this gift to him, he has [-] possibilities to encounter it.Thinking of this, Yu Qiuliang was relieved, since these things have arrived at his house, he will keep them for now, to see what kind of demon these shoes can be.

Yu Qiuliang lifted the red leather shoes, threw them back into the box, trotted to the balcony, and hung the shoe box outside to dry.Seeing him send the pair of shoes away, the little black cat finally relaxed, meowing and tugging at Qiu Liang's trouser legs again.Its habits are like those of a puppy. Probably cats and dogs are both pets, so some of their habits are unavoidably similar.

"It's all thrown in the ashtray, why don't you pick it up?" Yu Qiuliang put the red leather shoes away, and when he turned around, he saw Yu Xiasheng holding the crumpled piece of paper.This is also because there is no ashtray in the ashtray - if the ashtray is full of ashes and candy wrappers, Yu Qiuliang doesn't believe that Yu Xiasheng can do it.

Yu Xiasheng looked at the paper, half out of curiosity, half out of caution.He didn't know who was watching Yu Qiuliang, and Yu Qiuliang took the other party's move as a prank, but he saw a big conspiracy from it.If he was not mistaken, more things would be sent to Yu Qiuliang next time. Thinking of what Lu Huaiming told him earlier, Yu Xiasheng's head ached.It is not a good thing to make too many enemies, and it is also not a good thing to meet a guy who likes to make enemies, because no one knows who this guy will regard as his enemy in the next second.

Yu Qiuliang stared at Yu Xiasheng for a while, seeing that the expression on his face hadn't changed, but he didn't put down the note, so he couldn't help feeling full of doubts.He bent down to pick up the little black cat, and while smoothing the cat's fur, he asked, "What did you say?"

The note really didn't say anything.Yu Xiasheng turned it over and continued to read it. After a while, he replied: "They wish you a happy Chinese New Year."

"..."

What a happy Chinese New Year.

"Who? Who wished me a happy Spring Festival?" Yu Qiuliang felt goosebumps all over his body, and his arms couldn't help tightening, strangling the kitten lying in his arms.The little black cat felt uncomfortable, moved slightly, jumped out of Yu Qiuliang's arms, stepped on his shoulders and climbed up to the top of his head.The kitten even knows how to choose a comfortable place to rest. Yu Qiuliang, like him, wanted to choose a comfortable and safe place to hide, but he couldn't do it at all.

No matter where he goes, he always seems to be controlled by a pair of invisible big hands, meeting some things he doesn't want to meet, and some ghosts he doesn't want to meet.It was as if someone's eyes were watching him all the time, the watcher was sneaking in the dark, ready to pounce, tear him to pieces, and eat him.

How dare you have the nerve to wish him a happy Chinese New Year after sending over a pair of damn red leather shoes?Yu Qiuliang suspected that the other party had some kind of brain disease, or that his head had been injected with water.He suddenly felt flustered, and raised his hand to hold his chest, but his heart had stopped beating for a long time, no matter how nervous its owner was, it remained unchanged.

The heart is not lively, but the cold sweat is very honest. Yu Qiuliang clenched his fists, bent down and took out a tissue from the coffee table, and wiped his hands calmly.When he is nervous, his palms may sweat. This is not normal, but it is indeed a proof that he is too nervous.

The facial tissues quickly turned into small paper balls in his hands, and Yu Qiuliang sighed, he found that he often made paper balls.He threw the facial tissue into the trash can, and reached out to Yu Xiasheng for the piece of paper attached to the shoe box. Yu Xiasheng didn't suspect him, so he raised his hand and passed the piece of paper over, but Yu Qiuliang still didn't look at it One glance, and a few swipes will tear it to shreds, and its efficiency is like a paper shredder.

"Don't you read what someone else wrote for you?" The quality of the paper was not good, it was a bit too rough, and there were burrs on the edges.Yu Xiasheng clapped his hands to wipe off the scraps from the paper, looked at the scattered pieces of paper on the coffee table, and then looked at Yu Qiuliang.It was rare for him to see Yu Qiuliang so irritable. The last time he saw Yu Qiuliang get angry was because of making up lessons. It was a few months ago when they first met, and Yu Qiuliang was not angry like this at that time.

Not every sincere letter can get a response. Yu Xiasheng felt that the letter was sincere enough, but it was a pity that Yu Qiuliang didn't read it, and it was impossible for him to take the time to write a reply.Even if Yu Qiuliang wanted to write a letter and send it back to provoke the other party, they didn't know where to send the letter.

"Don't look at it, what to look at." Yu Qiuliang gave Yu Xiasheng an angry look, gathered the shredded papers on the coffee table, and pushed them all into the trash can.The trash can next to the coffee table is full tonight. At this moment, it is not only filled with snack packaging bags, but also filled with white shreds of paper.Yu Qiuliang rubbed his belly and suddenly became angry.The trash can was so full that he himself hadn't eaten yet.

He doesn't want to eat anymore, and he has no appetite at the moment.Anxiety can bring about all problems, and sometimes it can solve all problems. When Yu Qiuliang thinks about those inexplicable red leather shoes, he gets very annoyed, and this kind of emotion makes him unable to swallow.He sat back on the sofa, pressed the remote control of the TV, grabbed a handful of fudge, put it into his mouth, and chewed it angrily, as if those candies had a deep hatred for him.

What does it mean to want to eat its flesh and drink its blood?Yu Qiuliang couldn't understand before, but now he finally understands.He's like a barking puppy who wants to run outside and bite when he's angry, but he's not a dog, so he can only think about it, he can't put it into practice, or he'll be sent to a mental hospital , spent his Spring Festival in a mental hospital.

The more things like the Spring Festival grow up, the more Yu Qiuliang feels that it is dispensable.When he was a child, he liked the Spring Festival because he could get lucky money, but he is not young now, and he probably won’t be able to get the lucky money from this year. The Spring Festival without the lucky money is not much different from other holidays in Qiu Liang’s eyes. , he didn't find it strange at all.He pressed the remote control of the TV without much interest, and kept changing channels, but in the end he couldn't find a good program, so he simply turned off the TV.

"When is Chinese New Year?" Watching the TV screen slowly go out, Yu Qiuliang found a new topic to argue with Yu Xiasheng.

Because he no longer pays attention to the Spring Festival, he is not sure about the specific date of the Spring Festival.Everyone uses the Gregorian calendar to record the year, and few people say what day of a certain month is today.In Yu Qiuliang's head, only the date of the end of the winter vacation was saved, as for other concepts, they were basically blurred.

He asked Yu Xiasheng, and first picked up his phone and flipped through the calendar.It was good if he didn't look it up, but once he looked it up, he found that there really wasn't much left for his vacation.He hasn't had time to copy his homework, and there are still many things he hasn't had time to do. Why is school about to start?Terrified, he bounced off the sofa. The elastic sofa cushion was like a trampoline. He bounced a few more times before barely stopping.

"Isn't it tomorrow?" Yu Xiasheng lied on the sofa eating snacks in the dark, and replied inarticulately.

"Then I seem to be starting school soon." Yu Qiuliang grabbed another handful of fudge, but he couldn't feel how sweet they were while eating the candies.He seemed to be chewing a big ball of wax. It was really interesting to chew, but it didn't have any taste.

"Are you going to see your parents tomorrow?" Yu Xiasheng closed his eyes and couldn't see Yu Qiuliang's expression, so he didn't notice the change in Yu Qiuliang's mood.He didn't realize that Yu Qiuliang was about to explode because of the homework assigned by the school, but fortunately, he wasn't talking about homework with Yu Qiuliang, let alone talking about school with Yu Qiuliang.

"I didn't fucking do my homework!" Yu Qiuliang completely forgot that he was still flustered by the sudden appearance of red leather shoes not long ago. He thought that what he should be most afraid of now was his vacation homework.Although there are answers to copy, it is a huge project to complete the thick practice questions within a few days. Yu Qiuliang suspects that he will break his hands in the process of writing homework.

If his right hand is broken, then he may have to study hard and practice calligraphy with his left hand.At that time, he will also know a thing or two about the left-handed sword technique that only masters in martial arts novels are qualified to practice.

"Then you tomorrow..." The darkness blunted Yu Xiasheng's senses, making him not know what day and night, what to say, which is reasonable.He walked down his train of thought, not even noticing what Yu Qiuliang had just said.

"Stupid school." Yu Qiuliang scolded again, this time it was his school that was scolded.The school is innocent, and he will still miss his alma mater after he graduates, but now he is so angry that he attributes all the responsibility to the school, and he forgot that it was not the school that assigned them tasks.

"Ah?" Yu Xiasheng finally realized that something was wrong, what he and Yu Qiuliang said were completely different topics.God knows what happened to them just now, the two sides were talking about each other, but they could still chat.

A figure flashed in the darkness, Yu Qiuliang threw the kitten into Yu Xiasheng's arms, and rushed into the bedroom.Soon, the lights in the bedroom were turned on, Yu Qiuliang refused to delay, he was going to celebrate New Year's Eve with his holiday homework tonight.No wonder when he tore up the piece of paper, he caught a glimpse of the piece of paper reminding him to do his homework quickly. It turned out that the whole world knew that he was about to start school, but he himself didn't know.